07-01-2012, 06:15 PM
Day after day, Lu watched creepy little caterpillars crawl past his window. Like the pitter patter of birds on a tin roof, the squirming sensation of moles crawling under the floor. Lu lay down with the sunset every night, and awoke to the cock-a-doodle doo of the rooster outside every morning.
Lu curled up in his shell and fell into a long, deep sleep. Winter was as it always is, and soon the first rays of the sun broke through the dirty, cobwebbed window.
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Lu curled up in his shell and fell into a long, deep sleep. Winter was as it always is, and soon the first rays of the sun broke through the dirty, cobwebbed window.
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